Chapter 30 - Martial Path Contest (1/2)

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Lordbluefire

At the back mountain of the Jialan Academy, an imposing figure was currently practicing his fist arts there.

This was none other than Lin Feng practicing the Crumbling Fist, the earth-tier fist art. It emphasized on abrupt explosive might that could penetrate through the target’s body, instantly destroying their inner organs, causing them heavy injury or even death.

The Crumbling Fist was extremely tyrannical and contained overwhelming might.

This was already the ninth day after Lin Feng returned to the Jialan Academy. After he returned, he had been practicing the Crumbling Fist relentlessly.

“Hek!!’

Lin Feng roared. Both his legs stomped onto the ground ferociously as his body leaped forth. He then slammed a punch onto a gigantic rock roughly a hundred meters in size.

The tyrannical might flowed through the surface of the rock and entered its interior, causing it to explode abruptly.

BANG!

The gigantic rock shattered into pieces from a single punch of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng retracted his fist, and a smile appeared on his face. After training hard for nine days, he finally had some accomplishments in the Crumbling Fist. Reaching his desired training result, he returned back to the academy.

On his way to his dwelling, Lin Feng met Zhang Qichu who then spoke in a worried tone, “Junior brother, tomorrow will be the date of the life-and-death battle against Bai Xuanyang you set three months ago. I heard that during this period, Bai Xuanyan obtained a large amount of cultivation resources from his clan. Although he hasn’t broken through to the Martial Master Realm yet, his strength had improved vastly.”

Zhang Qichu was vaguely trying to hint at something, wanting to save Lin Feng’s face. He continued, “It’s not advisable to participate in this battle. Even if you would lose some face by going back on your words, it doesn’t matter.”

Lin Feng smiled. “Senior brother, don’t worry. I will win the battle tomorrow for sure.”

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s words that were filled with incomparable confidence, Zhang Qichu couldn’t help but feel startled.

He felt some doubts in his heart, and he had no idea why Lin Feng was so confident.

Zhang Qichu initially still wanted to persuade Lin Feng, but at this moment, Lin Feng spoke, “Senior brother, I heard that there are many students that participated in private betting to gamble on the outcome of this life-and-death battle between me and Bai Xuanyang?”

Zhang Qichu bitterly smiled and nodded. “That’s right. There’s someone who opened up a private bet. The odds of Bai Xuanyang winning are payable at 1:1, while the odds of you winning will result in a payout of 1:15.”

Lin Feng involuntarily rubbed his nose. “Everyone looks down on me so much.”

Zhang Qichu helplessly shook his head. No matter who it was, including Zhang Qichu, no one felt that Lin Feng could win.

After all, three months ago, Lin Feng was merely a cultivator at the sixth-level of the Martial Student Realm.

And at that time, Bai Xuanyang was already someone at the tenth-level of the Martial Student Realm.

Bai Xuanyang had a major clan as his backing. Thus, he had all sorts of cultivation resources.

Lin Feng was merely a descendant from a minor clan, so the cultivation resources he had access to were limited. Daring to ask for a life-and-death battle in three months was simply courting death.

Lin Feng took out a million taels of silver. This wealth was obtained from his killing of Duanmu Feiyang and the Wuji Cave. To a descendant of a minor clan like Lin Feng, this was a sizable fortune.

“Senior brother, there’s a million taels of silver here. Tomorrow, help me place a bet in the private betting place, and place all of it on my victory,” Lin Feng spoke.

“So much money.” Zhang Qichu was speechless but didn’t inquire about the origin of this fortune. He silently mused, could it be that this junior brother of his was confident that he could defeat Bai Xuanyang?

Although this seemed illogical, Zhang Qichu’s heart actually began to be filled with some anticipation.

He took the one million taels of silver and spoke, “Sure. I will bet on junior brother’s winning tomorrow.”

The day after, the atmosphere in the four inner branch courts of the Jialan Academy became extremely lively.

The information about Lin Feng and Bai Xuanyang’s battle had spread everywhere. The vast majority of the disciples in the inner court had already heard of the clash between Lin Feng, a recent rising star, and the Bai Clan.

One was a student known to have the strongest and most outstanding talent in the history of the Jialan Academy. Another was an expert at the tenth-level of the Martial Student Realm.

This battle would naturally be the focus of attention. Since early morning, the disciples of the inner court had been heading toward the life-and-death platform. Other than the students of the inner court, some of the teachers also went to watch the drama. This incident was also known to the upper echelons of the Jialan Academy, including the overall vice headmaster and the various branch vice headmasters. Unfortunately, they had no way to stop a life-and-death battle agreed by both students.

“Place your bets, place your bets! For those who bet on Bai Xuanyang winning, the payout rate will be 1:1. For those who bet on Lin Feng winning, the payout rate will be 1:15.”

Some people had set up a private gambling station in the Jialan Academy, and it was organized by a few inner court students with extraordinary strength.

“I will bet on Bai Xuanyang!”

“Me too!”

Many people went over and placed their bets, knowing that Bai Xuanyang would be the victor.

“A million taels of silver on Lin Feng.” Zhang Qichu called out and took out the one million taels of silver.

“Damn. Zhang Qichu, where did you get so much money?” someone asked.

“Not your business.” Zhang Qichu’s lips twitched.